The Serpent of Venice: A Novel
New York Times bestselling writer Christopher Moore channels William Shakespeare and Edgar Allan Poe in The Serpent of Venice, a satiric Venetian gothic that brings again the Pocket of puppy Snogging, the eponymous hero of Fool, together with his sidekick, Drool, and puppy monkey, Jeff.
Venice, decades in the past. 3 popular Venetians look forward to their so much loathsome and foul dinner visitor, the erstwhile envoy of england and France, and widower of the murdered Queen Cordelia: the rascal idiot Pocket.
This trio of crafty plotters—the service provider, Antonio; the senator, Montressor Brabantio; and the naval officer, Iago—have lured Pocket to a gloomy dungeon, promising a night of spirits and debauchery with a unprecedented Amontillado sherry and Brabantio’s appealing daughter, Portia.
But their invitation is, after all, bogus. The wine is drugged. the woman isn’t even within the urban limits. wanting to rid themselves as soon as and for the entire guy who has regularly foiled their grand quest for energy and wealth, they've got lured him to his demise. (How can one of these small guy, be one of these large obstacle?). yet this idiot is not any idiot . . . and he’s acquired quite a lot of tips (and hand gestures) up his sleeve.
Of his invitation,” acknowledged the senator. “I informed him out of fine Christian charity all his servants have been to be disregarded to wait Carnival, as I guaranteed him I had performed with my own.” “Shrewdly figured,” acknowledged the soldier, in retrospect to the tremendous, unlit villa. “He’ll imagine not anything out of order then whilst he sees no attendants.” “But monkeys could be extraordinarily not easy to catch,” stated the service provider. “Would you ignore the monkey,” growled the soldier. “I informed him that my daughter is scared of.
there has been such disappointment, such kindness in her pity for me, that I knew without delay how the daring Othello, pirate and soldier—that demanding, scarred, killing thing—had misplaced his center. And past a doubt, I knew what needed to be performed. “Othello, you want to, with frightened energy and utmost alacrity, marry this bitch.” “What?” requested Desdemona. “He has introduced a priest,” Othello defined. “He is held hostage outside.” “I was once going to carry Othello to Belmont, spirit you away to the backyard, have the priest do his.
factor he had ever instructed Rodrigo—Cassio will be approximately helpless after a cup or of wine. He polished the field on his sleeve, and the black serpent set within the pink lacquer shone green-eyed below the lantern. A curious Oriental factor. He saved it tucked underneath a couple of gloves in his trunk. A such a lot curious factor. refrain: less than a waxing crescent moon did darkish creatures lurk by means of the harbor’s part, one walked into the nice and cozy lamplight of the officials’ station lower than the guise of friendship and solid.
depart. i assumed i might make the effort to write down my memoirs.” “Marco!” known as Drool within the voice of a small boy. “Polo!” got here the reaction in one other child’s voice, as though it have been coming from a unique spot. “Yes, like that,” stated Polo, wincing on the sound. “I had came upon your friend’s outstanding reward earlier than our send used to be taken, and because our captors wouldn't supply me with the parchment and ink i wished to jot down my story, I instructed the Genoans he was once my valet; he used to be dropped at my quarters.
Will you no longer settle for it and enable me tear up this bond?” “An oath. i've got made an oath in heaven and won't perjure my soul. No, now not for Venice.” “Then this bond is forfeit,” acknowledged Portia. “And lawfully the Jew might declare a pound of flesh to be bring to an end him nearest the merchant’s center. Shylock, take three times thy funds, and bid me tear the bond.” “Take it, you muleheaded ninny!” got here a shout from alarmingly within sight and used to be by way of an exceptional upward push around the crowd of comparable calls. I checked out.